The nineteenth day of the corpse tide, night, sunny.

The battle was about to stop, and the twelve soldiers either sat, lying, or were in shock or panting. In the huge kitchen, there was a mess after the war. Victory did not bring them joy. The extremely silent air was filled with solemnity, and there was a trace of desolation and desolation of the end of the world.

In the extremely tragic battle, they had no time to think. Until now, the dust settled, they truly realized that the classmate who had climbed trees and fought side by side not long ago had become the corpse with brain bursting in front of them.

He was so lively and healthy.

Just like themselves.

No one knows when the infection occurs. The fear brought by this silent mutation is far more terrifying than the fierce battle with zombies.

The feeling of the arrival of doomsday is so strong and real for the first time.

It is either a crisis, a disaster, or a doomsday - unable to resist and nowhere to escape.

"I haven't finished fucking yet, twelve on one... I won't be tired at all~~ I have to dance for another three days and three nights~~ I feel so light now that I can fly~~ I don't want to sing these lyrics against my will! OK, OK, join me~~k, jump to the night during the day..."

Fu Xiyuan's singing was no longer evident, and the twisted notes floated to the night sky, gathering together with the sound of the wind and the commotion of the zombies downstairs into an exotic dance music.

Song Fei sighed and looked at Zhao He with no power: "Tell him, the battle is over, no longer need to be assisted."

Zhao He leaned against the corner of the wall, exhausted, and didn't want to move a single finger: "Didn't you listen to him singing? You're not tired at all, and you can dance for another three days and three nights."

Song Fei's black line.

Feng Qibai, who was under the window, raised his head and kindly shouted to the top: "The fight is over-"

The singing on the upper floor stopped quickly, and soon Huang Mo asked: "Are they all safe--"

Feng Qibai: "Safe, how are you?"

Huang Mo: "I reads very well;."

Asked two questions and answered one, Feng Qibai frowned: "Where is Fu Xiyuan--"

Huang Mo: "Singing is lack of oxygen."

The sudden stop of singing and the loud Q&A upstairs and downstairs caused the zombies to slap the window again. The friends ended the conversation and didn't make a sound. After about ten minutes, the window gradually became quiet. Feng Qibai secretly opened the gap between the blinds, and most of the zombies had left.

"All have left?" Zhao He, who was the farthest away, asked.

"Not yet, but it's almost done." Feng Qibai turned around and sat back on the ground. He was clearly in his heart and sighed, but when he really waited, he only sighed, "This fight was fought, alas."

Suddenly, a leaping pain came from his ankle. Qiao Siqi subconsciously rubbed it with his hands, and was caught by Song Fei's sharp eyes.

"Twist?"

Qiao Siqi didn't say anything, just nodded slightly. In fact, he twisted when he was tripped by Yu Zisheng. It was not very serious, and it had no effect when he was fighting. But when he calmed down like now, the pain of twisting the tendons with a little sourness became clear.

"You're tripped by him." Zhou Yilu said lightly. Although he still had concerns, he was no longer as strong indignation as before.

"It doesn't matter." Qiao Siqi shrugged.

The dead are gone, and good and bad are not important anymore.

In case, after Li Jingyu smashed the zombie, Wang Qingyuan came over and took a knife on his head. After repairing it, he sat on the ground, facing the corpse. He looked down and could see the whole picture of the corpse.

In fact, he did keep his head down, and his keen eyes behind the lens did not let go of the corpse.

However, it still doesn't work.

Sighing helplessly, Wang Qingyuan finally gave up and raised his head to summon Qi Yan, "You have to go through your skills and professions."

Qi Yan understood it, got up and went to Zhao He to retrieve the gloves first, and walked to the corpse while wearing them.

Wang Qingyuan knew each other and stopped.

The place where Li Jingyu smashed the pot belonged to the surrounding area of ​​the floor, which was the living area of ​​the team. Later, in case of precautions, Qi Yan grabbed the material on both shoulders of the body and dragged it to the other end of the kitchen. When he first broke into the canteen, he cut open the open space where he studied the metabolism of the zombies.

Qi Yan took off all the corpse and clothes and washed away the blood with clean water.

With the rustling sound, blood-colored water flowed to the floor drain.

Wang Qingyuan picked up the mop, soaked it, and wiped the blood on the ground little by little.

The rest of my friends looked at me and I looked at you. I always felt that I should do something, so I picked up the pot, cleaned up the spoils, sorted out the express delivery points. As a result, when I sorted out, I found that the woven bag filled with cold clothes that Yu Zisheng was carrying was still outside the window.

That was the first time Yu Zisheng ran here and waited for the window to fall. When he couldn't get in, he ran away, tripped Qiao Siqi and ran back into the house, and the bag was forgotten outside. Later, Song Fei, Qiao Siqi and Qi Yan didn't pay attention when they came back, so they completely forgot.

Fortunately, the zombies outside had only two or three kittens left. Zhao He went to the window on the other end to attract them, and Song Fei jumped out and easily retrieved them. At that time, the bag had already fallen horizontally to the ground, completely submerged in the dark shadow at the base of the wall. No wonder the three of them did not find it when they returned.

"Don't sit it back." Seeing that Wu Zhou was about to put the clean murder pot back into the stove, Qiao Siqi, Lin Dilei, Li Jingyu and Zhou Yilu stopped it in unison.

Wu Zhou was a little confused: "Isn't this a dozen big pot stoves? You don't need this one."

Qiao Siqi: "reads;!"

Zhou Yilu: "You put it back in such a good manner, do it every day or two, can we remember, three or five days?"

Lin Dilee: "It is very likely that we relaxed our guard at some point and then used it by chance."

Wu Zhou: "So what? The bottom of the pot is dirty and not the inside of the pot is dirty, so it will not be infected."

Qiao Siqi, Zhou Yilu, Lin Dilee: "I feel disgusted, so..."

Li Jingyu: "Please put down my weapon."

Zhao He, who had just helped Song Feisheng return from the east and the west, encountered a strong bear hug from classmate Wu. The other party was sincere and hugged him so hard that he couldn't breathe.

"What's wrong?" Zhao He raised his heart.

Wu Zhou felt extremely sad when he remembered four to one, and he felt extremely sad and aggrieved: "My buddy was bullied..."

Zhao He immediately turned dark: "Who?"

Wu Zhou didn't let a single name go: "Qiao Siqi, Zhou Yilu, Lin Dilee, Li...what is it, it's just the one who makes a fuss!"

"Oh..." Zhao He touched his comrades' head that was not much shorter than him, and his tone became softer, "We don't know them as much as we know them."

Wu Zhou pushed the other party away and raised a black-lined face: "Isn't the rules of our department that whenever someone is bullied, he will first form a group and beat the other party up!"

Zhao He looked at the sky and the earth, but he just didn't look at Wu Zhou: "Strictly speaking, we are not the same department..."

Wu Zhou understood clearly and could not even despise the other party: "Zhao Quanneng, who was not afraid of heaven and earth, was dead!"

Zhao He sighed: "Zhao Quanneng is not dead, but Zhao Quanneng only did not be afraid of heaven or earth. People directly confronted the sky and earth. Haven't you seen their strength yet?"

Wu Zhou: “…”

Zhao He: "If you don't say anything else, just talk about squirting flower dew in the middle of winter. Can normal people think of it?"

Wu Zhou: “…”

Zhao He: "There are also masks and goggles. Apart from the lunatics, who is the one who buys them at school and then buys them for ten sets?"

Wu Zhou: “…”

Zhao He: "I just saw the suitcase and ran away with it. What kind of psychological quality is this? I smile and look at life and death. Doomsday is a vacation."

Wu Zhou: “…”

Zhao He: "Let's talk about singing back..."

Wu Zhou: "I'll help clean the floor now!"

When the kitchen was almost cleaned up, Qi Yan and Wang Qingyuan also had a result. The clean body of Yu Zisheng was washed away, and the wounds were clearly distinguished. Basically, all the wounds could be found in the corresponding sources, such as the cuts when the gun was snatched from the inside of the finger, the stabbing on the arm, etc. The head was messy and difficult to distinguish, but with the memories of the battle, I can also remember that before being hit by Li Jingyu, Qiao Siqi was injured by the corner of his mouth, and the cheek was stabbed when he was pressed to the sink.

Among all of these, only those who were beaten by Qiao Siqi were injured before mutation.

"I'm sure, I definitely don't have zombie saliva on my hands." Qiao Siqi, as a classmate who cherishes life the most, would make him frightened even if he touched the zombie's clothes, and he remembered it deeply, "It bit my arm, but it definitely didn't touch my hand, and I didn't touch the bitten area with my hands."

The friends who sat around looked at Qi Yan and Wang Qingyuan in confusion, waiting for the explanation of the two scientific researchers.

Wang Qingyuan observed and studied the whole process, and occasionally helped him, but he was just an auxiliary, so he did not express his opinions, just waited for his words to read;.

"Then there is only this possibility." The latter pondered for a moment and raised his eyes. "There is a very small wound on the back of its right hand. If this is the source of infection, then he should have accidentally hit the teeth when he hit the zombie with his fist. But because the scratched wound was too small, he didn't notice it."

"So he can still be so flexible after being infected because he was bitten lightly?" Song Fei was still scared when he remembered the previous battle.

"Not necessarily," Luo Geng thought for a while and said, "It's still related to the basic physical ability. I remember the one who climbed into my dormitory before. Isn't it because he practiced dancing before that he was still soft and flexible after mutation. He practiced sports, and his physique is much stronger than us, and it's not surprising that he is still stronger than us after mutation."

"But he will hide, avoid the head when we attack, and will pick up small landmines and attack Li Jingyu. Is this related to physical fitness?"

"That..." Li Jingyu interrupted Song Fei a little, "I am the weakest in our class. To be precise, I have to be lined up behind the small landmines, so there is no need to emphasize it all the time."

Qiao Siqijiong: "It seems that you helped you emphasize it yourself."

Zhou Yilu sighed: "And it is emphasized very carefully and comprehensively."

Wang Qingyuan happened to sit next to Li Jingyu and patted his shoulder comfortably. He was about to turn his head to join Luo Geng and Song Fei's discussion, but Qi Yan was one step faster than him.

"When I was on the way to the express delivery point, the zombies in the bushes could not hear the sound, and even ambush us. To some extent, it was very similar to Yu Zisheng after the mutation."

Wang Qingyuan was stunned, forgot what he originally wanted to say, and spoke in disbelief: "What do you mean is the zombie evolved?"

"We are constantly enhancing our abilities in combat to adapt to this new environment. Conversely, viruses are the same. They are also adapting to this new environment and improving their survivability." At this point, Qi Yan paused, "But one thing, I insisted."

Wang Qingyuan: "What?"

Qi Yan: "No matter how much viruses evolve, zombies will not truly possess human wisdom. What they call indifferent to music, ambushing, or protecting their heads are essentially more like animal seeking profits and avoiding harm and hunting."

Wang Qingyuan looked at him firmly: "Sometimes, people may not be as cunning as animals, let alone animals with fangs and sharp claws."

Qi Yan's lips curled up: "As long as people want to become cunning, there is no species in this world that can destroy us."
To be continued...